Monday, December 27, 2010

The Eagles are Satiated















The eagles are satiated
They only fly away when my
Proximity becomes
Absolutely intolerable

For they are
Drunk on the
Grease-crammed eyes of
Endless salmon

Stoned on fat
Omega three stained beaks
Blue oil soaks the sand
Pulled by gravity
To the river

Running from layers
Of scattered vertebrae
Jawbones
Hollowed eye sockets
Colourless skin
Cartilage















Fat fleeing everything
That the eagles and gulls
Would not stomach

And from all of this abundance
Of skin and bones and oil

Overwhelming life
Endless tomorrows

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